Thursday June 23, 2022
I came up flying turbo props for two different airlines. I got furloughed from the first one. I can tell some stories, blowing the wing boots and watching the white ice flake off, then cycling the condition levers to loosen the ice on the props. You could hear the ice smack the sides. I remember wincing, hoping it didn't freak out the passengers too much. And I don't consider myself an old timer. At least I had a crummy radar and an autopilot.
I'm at the stage of my career where guys I few with are retiring. Whenever I worked with an older cat, I'd start drawing out their stories. These are pilots who came of age flying cargo in piston twins, no radar, and single pilot. That's a young pilots game. Their stores will send chills down your spine while you remind yourself to breath. And that's not even bringing up the retired military pilots who are masters at leaving you on the edge of your seat with a good yarn describing razor sharp margins of success.
Good times.
I'm at the stage of my career where guys I few with are retiring. Whenever I worked with an older cat, I'd start drawing out their stories. These are pilots who came of age flying cargo in piston twins, no radar, and single pilot. That's a young pilots game. Their stores will send chills down your spine while you remind yourself to breath. And that's not even bringing up the retired military pilots who are masters at leaving you on the edge of your seat with a good yarn describing razor sharp margins of success.
Good times.
